badlands - l.r.h.

they loved sitting together. they loved drinking their coffee and tea together. they sat and read poetry together, often relating it back to each other or their love. things weren't easy, but then again nothing that has to do with love is. he admired her like the work of extract art she was and she spent forever seeing nothing but a blank canvas. their love was in colors. their love was surreal, pure bliss. once you enter it, there is no turning back. we must remember that these violent delights have violent ends. once you start, you cannot stop, this is not a dream, it's a bittersweet reality.